Distraught and Lost

My screams are heard in the middle of the battleground—I’m fought Now I’m in grief and I’m striving to set my mind elsewhere But I’m frantic and lost—deeply distraught As I’m shipped away to a far, unknown terrain I, arduously, breathe in—there’s no one there to unwrap me On and on, the showering chilliness—never abstains My life ahead of me foreshadows a future…not so distant Sending delight to my frenzied soul—there’s some light to share! I’m found—held as a cherished infant